Her face was twisted with bitterness. Shen Yaowei picked up the tea she hadn't finished and took two big sips to suppress the bitterness.
"Where's Cang Ye? How is it?" Shen Yaowei looked at Yao Qingyi anxiously and asked.
"Cang Ye…" Yao Qingyi didn't know how to answer Shen Yaowei's question for a moment. A conflicted expression appeared on her handsome face. "He's in the courtyard beside you. Why don't you go and see him personally when you're better?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yaowei lifted the blanket and got out of bed. She ran out barefooted.
Seeing this, Yao Qingyi shook her head helplessly and followed.
In the room in the courtyard next door, the smell of blood was still lingering in the air.
Cang Ye was lying on the bed. Qi Yuan was sitting behind him, helping him clean the wound on his back.
His entire back was still covered in wounds, but there was still black gas flowing from those dense wounds.
